I see your face.
I see your sorrow.
The smile you've had to borrow.
Your trembling in the twilight.
I can see it all.
I know you well.
I know you better.
You wish you’d never met her.
The bleakness of the morning:
I can feel it all.
It’s alright.
You can pretend that she still loves you.
Still thanks the stars above you
for showing her the heavens
in your blue eyes.